“Close your eyes and guess your present.”
“Nope.” My legs goosepimpled in the cool Christmas morning air when she pulled off the blanket.
“A plastic rocket?”
“Last chance,” she murmured. I heard her sip something.
Without warning she took me deep into her wet and unreasonably hot mouth. I opened my eyes to see her bent over my waist with a cup of tea in one hand and me in the other.
“Just what I wanted!” I exclaimed happily. She smiled around me and began a slow, insistent motion. “Tea!”
And that’s where this scar came from.